what’s wrong

I be making this music trying to see wat wrong Lost in the rhythm, tryna find where I belong. Emotions running deep, like the words of a song. Life be hitting hard, gotta stay real strong, Dreams in my vision, they ain't never been wrong, Trying to see wats wrong can u answer the phone Flexin' on the gram, yeah, I'm feelin' like a champ, Diamonds on my neck, got me lookin' like a lamp, Money stackin' high, like it's part of the ramp, Ice on my wrist, like I'm fresh out the camp, Shorty on my line, and she lovin' the stamp. I'm the CEO, never needed a stamp, Countin' all this bread, like I'm runnin' a ramp. They be throwin' shade, but they missin' the lamp, Pull up with the squad, and we lookin' like a camp, Paper so thick, gotta weigh it on a ramp, Living for the height, haters take a bite, Glow up, yeah, it's right, future looking tight. Stacking paper high, never lose a fight, Winning feels so right, take off like a kite. Living for the hype, shining like a light, Money stackin' up, man, I'm lookin' like a dresser, Diamonds on my neck, yeah, they wetter athan a presser, i spining noface yeah im wining I'm the king of the skies, no disguise, hear my cries, City lights, hypnotize, see the truth in my eyes, Flexin' on my haters, they don't want the smoke, Diamonds on my wrist, yeah, I'm never broke, Pull up in a Lambo, skrrt, that's how I roll, Money on my mind, yeah, that's the only goal. Whippin' in the Bentley, countin' fifties, feelin' pretty Whippin' in the Tesla, I'm a flexer, not a lesser, Haters talkin' down, but they know that I'm the best, sir.